The Get Down

"Alright... now y'all know the rules... you can't touch the man, but you can say anything you want about him, you can talk about his family, you can talk about his friends, you can talk about his mother if you have to...."

[Verse One]
I'm sick of mediocre rappers with they mediocre tracks
They got mediocre beats laced with mediocre raps
The facts is obvious, I got some skills that you lack
So keep faking what you're saying, you'll get mediocre slapped
It's a formula to indicate who'll be next
It's like a hook by Nate Dogg plus a clip by Little X
Divide that by The Neptunes and kid you'll be fine
Multiplied by a big rap crew and a clothing line
Shit, that ain't mine, I'm 'a tell you in advance
I'm stiff-arming MCs like I'm in Heisman Trophy stance
Cause all y'all with juice sound mad reproduced
Most of y'all been born in record labels' test tubes
But it's over (over), all you products are liars
You make me want to retire or break out like Mariah
So here's your warning, at least half of y'all been told
I'm just like Little Romeo but white, Jewish, and old
Let's go!

[Hook]
(Let's go) yo, blaze about to cut you like a
(Minstrel show) you gots to admit it's so
(Hot, yo) so we can get down, I said
We can get down, c'mon (so we can get down)
It's like

(Let's go) you want a piece of me? Let's go
(Toe to toe) bring your lyrics, we can take it
(Flow for flow) so we can get down, I said
We can get down, c'mon (so we can get down)

[Verse Two]
Go ahead and try to dis me, play me like a sucker
The only white guy like Jim Carrey on In Living Color
You ain't never gon' hear R&B in my songs
Dancing around wearing clothes made by Beyonce's mom
I'll only do pop remixes to meet hot bitches
To clock mad riches with digits up in the sixes
I'll be on MTV, but tell me what's the deal:
Why is Iann Robinson trying to be Matt Pinfield?
So keep faking like you rich with your little advance
Pretending you're sipping Cris, dancing like you Damon Dash
I'm beyond that shit, I'm a pure lyricist
It goes in one ear and out the other, I ain't hearin' it
But y'all do it, but still y'all should be ashamed
Like when Puffy did that Godzilla song with Jimmy Page
But now I'm in it, and I did it without a gimmick
Craig, go 'head and hit it -- the second verse is finished

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Think that you the shit cause you have CDs in stores?
Let's be honest here, man: even Shaq's released four
So don't act like you're the man just because you grabbed a mic
You can go fuck yourselves like you're all hermaphrodites
It's like, you showed love and now when push came to shove
So now I push your fat ass into a big puddle of mud
Cause of that fake thug shit I truly despise
I'm like Michel'le in '90, crying "No more lies"
I would release this myself but I can't fund it alone
Cause Fred Davis costs a hundred bucks to get on the phone
But I'm cool with my career even if I don't get bigger
I just entered this business to fuck Jamie-Lynn Sigler
So should I lie too so that I can sell quicker?
Fake my lifestyle and words so that the label gets richer?
No, I'll speak for these kids who never rap if you let me
White non-violent suburban knights, are you ready?!

[Hook x2]